MasukVictoriaI arrived at Marcus’s apartment wearing a tight black dress that barely covered my ass and a lace thong that was already damp just from the thought of what I was about to do. My plan was simple, get him so hard and desperate that he would agree to anything, including letting me sit in on the next meeting with Raymond Kline and the three witnesses.Marcus opened the door and his eyes immediately dropped to my tits and the way the dress clung to my hips.“Victoria…” he breathed, already hard in his pants.I didn’t waste time. I pushed him inside, kicked the door shut, and dropped to my knees right there in the hallway. I yanked his zipper down and pulled out his cock, already thick and leaking.“I want to come to the meeting with Kline,” I said, licking a long stripe up the underside of his shaft. “I want to hear everything. Every lie those witnesses are going to say. Let me be there, baby. You know what this means to me, after all that bitch did to ruin my life...I want to be
Silas CrowleyI stood by the large window in my private office, the city lights glittering far below like scattered diamonds. The glass of whiskey in my hand had gone warm, but I hadn’t taken a sip. My mind was elsewhere, already several moves ahead.Margaret Chen, my lead counsel, sat across from my desk in a crisp black suit, reviewing the notes I had sent her an hour earlier. She was one of the few people I trusted completely. Ruthless, and brilliant in the courtroom.“Marcus Richardson has lost his mind,” Margaret said finally, closing the folder. “Hiring Raymond Kline was a desperate move. Kline is notorious for this kind of dirty work. forged documents, bribed witnesses, planted evidence. But he’s also sloppy when rushed.”I turned from the window and sat down across from her.“Victoria confirmed the details this evening,” I said. “Fake medical records claiming Sarah has severe postpartum depression and psychotic episodes. Bribed former employees ready to testify she was unstab
MarcusI sat alone in the dimly lit living room of my apartment, the black duffel bag from Rico open on the coffee table in front of me.Stacks of cash stared back at me, crisp bills that smelled like danger and desperation. Two hundred thousand dollars. Blood money from a man who would cut my throat if I missed even one payment. My hands were still shaking slightly as I counted some of it again, not because I doubted the amount, but because I needed to remind myself this was real.This was how I was going to destroy Sarah.My phone rang. It was Raymond Kline.I answered immediately.“Tell me good news,” I said, my voice rough.Kline’s gravelly voice came through the line, sounding pleased with himself.“The witnesses are locked in,” he said. “All three signed the affidavits tonight. They’ll testify that Sarah was unstable, violent with staff, and showed clear signs of mental breakdown. I’ve already started the process on the forged medical records. My contact at the hospital will bac
SarahI drove home from Silas’s office with my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.Victoria’s smirk kept flashing in my mind. The way she had kissed his cheek. The way she had looked at me like she had already won. It made my stomach twist with jealousy and rage, but the fear for Alexander was stronger. Marcus and his dirty lawyer were coming after my son with lies, forged records, and bribed witnesses. I felt like I was drowning.Diane was waiting for me in the living room when I got home. One look at my face and she knew something was wrong.“Sarah, what happened?” she asked, standing up quickly.I sank onto the couch and told her everything. Victoria’s visit to Silas’s office, the fabricated medical records, the bribed former employees, the fake emails. By the time I finished, my voice was shaking.Diane sat beside me and took my hand.“That bastard,” she whispered. “He’s not just fighting dirty. He’s trying to bury you alive.”“I know,” I said, w
MarcusI parked my car outside the old industrial building on the edge of the city, my hands sweaty on the steering wheel. This wasn’t the kind of place normal people came to borrow money. This was where desperate men made deals with devils.Rico “The Blade” Morales was waiting for me inside.I found him sitting on a metal chair in the middle of the empty warehouse, surrounded by four silent, heavily armed men. Rico was in his late forties, stocky, with a thick neck covered in tattoos and a scar running down the left side of his face. His eyes were cold and dead...the eyes of a man who had killed before and would kill again without blinking.“Marcus Richardson,” Rico said slowly, his voice deep and raspy. He didn’t stand up. “You’ve got some balls coming here again man. Sit.”I sat down on the chair opposite him, trying to look confident.“Thanks for seeing me on such short notice,” I said. “I need a loan again. A big one.”Rico smiled, but there was no warmth in it.“How
Sarah“I thought she was going to text you instead of coming to your office,” I said rudely as soon as Victoria left, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. “What happened with her texting you instead of coming down to your office? You know how much I hate seeing that miserable face of hers. Especially when she looks at you like that.”Silas looked at me, calm as ever, but his eyes sharpened when they met mine.“Victoria came because she had important information she wanted to deliver in person,” he replied evenly. “She knows I prefer face-to-face discussions for sensitive matters like this and yes, she tried to seduce me again. That’s how she operates.”I let out a bitter laugh, stepping further into the room.“Seduce you?” I repeated. “She kissed your cheek right in front of me, Silas and had her body pressed against you. Don’t stand there and tell me it's 'seducing' when it was obvious she was almost making out with you, and that fucking triumphant smug look, she had on.







